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Day ten, Blood Magic & Myths.
"Oh, oh, oh, mmmmmm~"
Bronn lay on the bed flat, and Malora jumped on his cock with devotion. She craved his magic now. She craved that sensation of his magic filling her from the inside. And Bronn, he had the book open. He read while getting his cock serviced by the tightest Hightower cunt.
"L-Lord Septon… Mmmmh… Give me your magic."
And he did just that by bursting inside her.
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Day fifteen, Warlocks and House of Undying.
"Interesting," Bronn muttered as he rammed forward, deep, brutal plunges into the warmest cunt in Oldtown.
Plap! Plap~
Malora was standing, bent forward towards the wall, supported by her hands. She was bent so much that Bronn had a book open on her naked back. He didn't even hold it there. No, he was busy kneading her lovely, birthing hips while thrusting like no tomorrow.
He was certain she was already pregnant with his babe. But that didn't mean he had to stop. The more he fucked Malora Hightower, the more obsessed she became with his magical cockjuice. And that was the intention to begin with.
He wanted a septa so devoted to him that it bordered on lunacy.
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Day twenty, Magic of Old Valyria, Empire of Dragons.
He sat on the chair, and Malora jumped on his lap, her back towards him. That gave him enough space to open the book and do some reading. It wasn't that he never did her with full focus. He actually did that most of the time. But reading while getting your cock pumped was a new experience he was enjoying.
"Malora, fancy joining me as a traveling septa?"
"Ooooooh~ I'd love that, Lord Septon."
"Think about it."
Once again, he gave her the creamy magic she craved so much.
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Day thirty,
He didn't read any books that day.
From morning till night, he spent all his time rutting the Hightower woman. He never bothered taking her ass. It didn't tempt him as much as Elia's did. Still, her cunt was snug enough that he never had to try anything else.
Creak! Creak!
The bed was as battered as her womb by then. Daily fucking, lasting hours, wasn't easy on the frame. And that day, he went extra hard.
Pa!
He softly palmed her asscheeks. Watching them jiggle was arousing.
He rammed her battered, sore cunt on all fours. He'd spilled three times since morning already. Now, for the last time, he came.
"Gaaah… That's… what I call… a month of breeding bedding! Seven bless your womb."
"Ye-sssshh… S-eh-Seven bless me-eh!"
Malora moaned and just plopped down, taking his fertile balm one last time. The scent was intense: sex, filth, sweat. They were used to it. It was arousing.
Bronn also lay down beside her, his shaft a little sore and red. He'd really overused it this time. But he had no regrets after receiving a warm bath each day, the best food and wine, all so he could fuck Lord Leyton's precious daughter.
A few tricks and they become blind.
Bronn scoffed, realizing that smallfolk were the same. Romanticising knights and lords in their shiny armor and gowns. But now, the tables had turned. He was the one getting idolized.
My name should have reached Highgarden by now.
He pondered. He had a plan, after all. Oldtown was but groundwork.
Willas Tyrell… your crippled leg will be my key to the Reach.
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House of Seven Blessings, Oldtown,
Malora was pregnant. It was confirmed. The information was a secret, however. Malora was still kept in the same library, but no longer isolated. Leyton Hightower regularly met her, talked with her, and both of them studied magic together.
In time, she'd give birth secretly.
However, there was an issue. Bronn was forbidden from leaving Oldtown until the birth of the babe. Two Hightower Knights now guarded him at all times. While Lord Leyton said it was because he wanted to give a reward. Bronn knew that the man just wanted to confirm Bronn's claims.
If the child were to come out with hair other than red, it would be Bronn the Blessed's end.
Seven cunts, she's still a beauty!
In his sickroom, Bronn sat in the usual chair. He watched Septa Unella walk around, her bust curvaceous and soft, and her rear so round and noticeable in that septa gown. Her blonde hair matched her mature face. He liked looking at her. She was far more beautiful than Malora. But Malora excelled at brewing potions.
"Septa Unella, send in the new one," he told her.
It'd been a week since he returned to his work. Lord Leyton came to him regularly to heal his back pain. That increased Bronn's standing in the city, as the blessed septon with Lord Hightower's favor.
"I will, Lord Septon."
Umm… Can't wait to undress her. Bronn dreamily watched Unella walk out.
He'd heard her moans often in the past few days. She hadn't stopped touching herself. It didn't help that he'd taken another poor female for the Maiden's blessing. A forty-year-old blacksmith's wife. She didn't have a lot of money, but she had a mature woman's charm and a ripe, maintained body. A face that screamed her desire to be filled, a craving for motherhood.
He always called Unella inside each time and made her rub the oil on his balls. Already, he'd blasted his climax on her face once by 'accident'. She moaned really hard that night. But he wanted her to be more desperate.
Lazily, his eyes moved to the donation box near his table. At the rate it was filling up each day, he was having to empty it every four days. His wealth had exceeded all targets.
Three thousand Gold Dragons… Enough for a family of four to live for a thousand years.
But of course, Bronn had no such plans. The money he had earned had a purpose. What he needed was greater fame and name. Blind devotion towards him. Trust in him that was unchangeable, an untouchable status.
The foundation of a cult was the people. Ready to riot if something were to happen to their beloved faith leader.
And that money was his gateway.
You move a crowd, the merchants follow. Where the merchants follow, the nobles appear.
Healing alone would never make his fame spread throughout Westeros, and breeding women was even less likely to do so. So, his target was the poor smallfolk. Those who had no guarantee of whether they'd get to eat that day or not.
Flea Bottom would have been better. Oldtown's too rich. But this'll have to do.
Knock! Knock!
"Lord Septon." Septa Unella opened the door and led a man inside. He was tall and strong, but had the lower half of his face covered. "He has an ailment of the mouth—Ah!"
Bam!
"Move, bitch!"
Scrrrr~
Clank!
The man brutally shoved Septa Unella away and jumped towards Bronn. Since swords weren't allowed inside, the man took out a hidden dagger from his waist.
However, Bronn was no lazy, fat septon. He kicked the table with his feet and toppled it forward. At the same time, he grabbed his sword from under the table.
Thud!
The attacker fell as the table toppled.
Bronn was already on his feet and jumped over the table. His foot landed on the attacker's chest while he pressed the sword's tip on the throat.
"Who sent you?"
Bronn removed the cloth covering the lower face. There was a scar near the lip. And those sharp features made it clear. That wasn't someone ailed, it was a sellsword.
Bam!
The door burst open just then.
"There he is!"
Fuck!
Five more men poured into the room. It wasn't big enough for all of them. But then, even more men walked in, a total of twelve.
Hightower's knights must have been dealt with.
"Gaaaah!"
Bronn showed no mercy anymore and stabbed the previously downed sellsword's throat, killing him.
"Brothers, if it's coin you crave, that's the box. Gods above, take it." Bronn pointed at the box behind him. But they didn't even look at it, just him. "If you're here for me, don't be surprised if I carve you a little blessing on your throats first."
Unella… Fuck!
Unella was unconscious, her head likely slamming into the wall when she was shoved.
Carefully, Bronn stepped backwards. There was no escape route behind him, just a cupboard.
Ain't asking me to surrender?
That was bad. That meant they wanted to kill him.
Fuck the poor smallfolk! I'll buy men to guard first… if I live.
"Who sent you?" Bronn asked. The twelve men had made a semi-circle around him, their short swords raised.
No reply came. Their faces were also covered.
Seven cunts!
Creak!
With speed, he pulled open the cupboard behind him and…
Clank!
He dropped his sword and grabbed glass vials from the cupboard, and started to throw them.
Crash!
Crash!
"Aaaargh! My eyes!"
"Fuck! It's burning!"
He threw the flasks. He knew what they were: acids, oils, and other things he used in potions, or sometimes to fool people.
Wooosh!
Finally, Bronn picked up his sword again and poured a green liquid on it. Then, he swung the blade over the lantern on the wall and… it all caught fire. His entire blade burned green, flames so hot they threatened even Bronn.
"Come on!" Bronn jumped towards the twelve men and easily scared them back, carving himself some space to move. "Hah! Scared of Wildfire?"
As soon as they heard that name, they jumped even further away.
Thoros, I owe you one… I guess.
"Haaaa!" Bronn exaggerated the danger of the fire and started moving.
They tried to come closer, but he swung the sword left and right, keeping them at a distance.
Seven Hells! Her head's bleeding!
Bronn reached Septa Unella and quickly put his hand on the back of her head. He said no prayers. He used no theatrics. Just used the spell under his breath and healed the wound, stopping the bleeding.
Fire's almost out!
"Stay back, cunts!" He stabbed towards the men and dragged Septa Unella with him. He walked backwards, his rear towards the open door.
He wasn't sure about beating twelve men. But he knew he'd have a better chance outside in open space.
What?
Right when Bronn reached the door, he noticed the twelve men had lowered their swords and stood relaxed.
"..."
What's—There's more?...
He felt a presence behind him.
Bam!
It all turned black.
Something hard smashed into the back of his head.
Pain registered much later.
He wasn't awake to feel it.
Thud!
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Hmm? Where is this?
Bronn woke up again, but things felt strange. His body felt weird, like it wasn't his own. And he was standing in a strange, black cage, tight, lined with spikes. Around him were many people, wearing strange clothes, weird hats, and waving sticks around. Magical quills wrote on paper on their own.
Thump! Thump!
"Order!"
What's this?
"Augustus… Augustus Rookwood!"
That's not my voice? Bronn could feel that it was his body that spoke. But the voice, the words, they meant nothing to him. He didn't know any Augustus Rookwood.
Woosh!
Once again, everything turned black. But when something appeared again, Bronn found himself pointing his wand at someone and shouting.
"Avada Kedavara!"
A spell?
Then, in another case, he found himself doing something even more strange.
"Imperio!"
Oh? I controlled him? Seven!
There were so many strange things he couldn't explain. People disappearing in smoke. Brooms that flew. A world so strange. He knew what it was. The memory of that strange man who fell on him from the sky all those years ago. The very thing that gave him the magical abilities.
Woosh!
Everything vanished again. But this time it was all white and…
"Bronn."
It was a woman's voice. Bronn looked left and right. It felt right this time; it was his own body. But… it felt small. He raised his hands, and indeed, they looked tiny.
"Mum?" He shouted back.
"Bronn… here~"
He ran towards the female voice. It felt distant, echoey, otherworldly.
"Mum! Where are you?"
"Here~"
Thud!
Bronn fell on his ass, his body froze, cold. In front of him was his mother, right as he remembered her in her last moments. She was right there in the white space… hanging from a rope, but there was no ceiling. The rope was connected to nothing; it just vanished up into the whiteness.
And… she was awake, blinking, looking back at him. Her face was deathly pale.
"M-Mum…"
"Never be merciful, Bronn. It's for those who're scared of revenge. Never forget… Never forgive them… Never~"
He felt his body shiver. His mouth went dry. He couldn't bring himself to look up. At those wide open eyes.
"All of them! All their noble blood! Use them as they would use us. Bronn~"
"Ugh…" Bronn clenched his forehead with both hands. "Y-You're dead… you're not real."
"Bronn, oh, silly Bronn. They'll never care for you. You'll never be their friend. You are nothing. You were born nothing. But you can't die of nothing. Take them with you, all of them… take them, Bronn~"
"I know that!"
Bronn shouted back and turned around. He crawled away using his small body.
"I remember it… Fuck… I do… I do."
He kept murmuring to himself and crawling away. His mother's voice became distant slowly. The last thing he heard from her was…
"Bronn, why… aren't you… dead?~"
Bronn halted crawling and looked back once. There was nothing now. The last words left him frozen. He remembered them from so far back. So many years ago, when he was all but five. When he came home early and… saw that knight leave his house, fixing his trousers.
All of them… They'll crawl before me… they will.
Woosh!
Once again, it was all black.
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"Lord Septon? Are you awake?"
"Hmm? Uh… U-Unella?"
The light was dim, so Bronn opened his eyes with ease. He felt a soft bed underneath him and the scent of medicine. It was his bedchamber. And there was Septa Unella, seated beside his bed on the chair, her brows frozen in worry.
I lived… They'll pay for this.
"Lord Septon!" Septa Unella stood up quickly.
Bronn weakly moved his arm and grabbed Unella's hand. He looked her in the eye. "Imperius."
"..."
Unella awkwardly looked at his hand and then pulled hers away. "I'll inform the Maester, Lord Septon. Lord Hightower sent him, and he hasn't left yet."
It didn't work?
As Unella left, Bronn sat up on the bed, still feeling throbbing pain in his head. He didn't know how he was alive, but it didn't matter.
Why didn't it work?
Frustrated, he looked left and right and saw a small moth on the empty side of the bed.
Pat!
Bronn quickly put his hand on the moth.
"Imperius."
Prrrrrrr~
It worked!
He felt the connection. He made the moth fly to his will. He made it land wherever he wanted it to. He made it fly and then… jump into the burning lamp.
He felt the connection break right away.
So it won't work on people? Why?
But that didn't matter. His head turned towards a large box near the wall. It was made of metal and had smaller boxes inside.
In one of those was a rather venomous snake.
Some folks should move out of my way.
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